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Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – What Happened To That Boy

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : What Happened To That Boy
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Baby (talking with echo)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot’ ‘em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherf**ker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Coke’ll leave plastic
Get off the border motherf**ker
Come on little’n handle your business for me boy

[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking s**t we put a clap into that boy

[Malice]
Whoa…Yeah…Malicious…Yeah
I heard they snitchin’ on a player man say it aint so
Even as a young’n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I’m worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the b**ch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the b**ch up severely
I’m know for the flip of that coke I ener
I’m heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit ‘em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I’m the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
B**ch! Clipse and Cash Money who ain’t rich
Don’t compare me to you nigga you ain’t this (Whoa)

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Aye…Aye…Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye…
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff ‘em up, let ‘em up b**ch)
Been s**ttin’ up bricks unload ‘em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
S**t one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don’t go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin’ on the toilet b**ch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon’ rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci s**t
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I’ll show a little somethin’
They callin’ you don’t come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

[Chorus (2x)]

[Pusha T]
Ughhh…Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh…The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin’ wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that s**t that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster…Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I’m dreamin’ kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin’ fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella

[Chorus (2x)]

[Baby (talking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bulls**t
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherf**ker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let’s get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin’, coke’ll leave plastic b**ch
Get money motherf**ker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin’ but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherf**ker

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Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Never Had Nothing

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Never Had Nothing
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Mannie Fresh Talking]

Yo, This Fresh [echoes]
For you [echoes]
Bout to Freak, The Run D-M-C beat, Ya hoids?
Holla!

[Chorus (Baby yellin in the background)]

I ain’t never had nothin (oh yeah), I’m tryna get somethin (believe that there)
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo a** duckin? (where you at nigga)
I ain’t never had nothin (smell me b**ch), I’m tryna get somethin
With them people on my back (holla nigga, nigga) but I gotta keep duckin
(Mannie Freezy!)
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin (let’s, get feezy)
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo a** duckin?
(Suga Slim never love me like stone me boy motherf**ker)
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

[Verse 1]
I started from a rock, then move to a chip
Nowadays I’m the Birdman b**ch
I ain’t never had nothin that share the same dish
We jumped off, we share the same clip
We share the same clothes, whole block wore out s**t
Ghetto fab, that ghetto s**t
It’s that, ghetto map with ghetto tip
You never touch nothin that belong for you slick
We never had nothin so we run for this s**t
Breakin-in houses and sellin these bricks, and these
Public houses, it’s government bulls**t
Four and a half tryna cut well for our s**t
They tearin down our project (gun pops) bust-yo-clips
Look in ya eyes, see nothin but b**ch, when you
Look in my eyes, see these hardlife s**t
We ain’t never had nothin, I don’t stunt till I die b**ch!

[Chorus]
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo a** duckin?
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
With them people on my back (aye, aye, aye, aye) but I gotta keep duckin
I ain’t never had nothin (alright), I’m tryna get somethin (beyotch!)
And where they sell them thangs at (oh yeah), where yo a** duckin?
(Holla atcha boy nigga!)
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
With my people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
(Birdcall motherf**ker!)

[Verse 2]
Nigga, we had tore down nights
Me and my brother had tore down bikes
Just his tore down life, nigga smoke and fight
Choke the pipe, youngstas bust for stripe
Ain’t got new jewels, ain’t got no life
Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights
See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews
And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues
And I, laid my rules from cookin these fools
And these, f**ked up time in seventy-two’s
And I, learned to grind in eighty-two’s
And I, learned to shine in ninety-two’s
And I (gun pops), bust my nine in twenty-o-two
Now tell me what the f**k I’m suppose to do
I’ma ball like a dogg, so nigga f**k you!
You ever crossed my line, you know what I’ma do b**ch

[Chorus]
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo a** duckin?
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
I ain’t never had nothin (oh yeah), I’m tryna get somethin (beyotch!)
And where they slang them thangs at(holla atcha boy), where yo a** duckin?
(ha, it’s our world baby, promise s**ka)
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
(aye, aye)

[Verse 3]
We walk up to bread, no meat, marinade (F**k!)
The whole block share a dozen our eggs
The whole hood had one nigga was craze
Mom smoked that s**t she had to pay
Old folks know lil’ one was bust his hage
Heroin, coke, and dope f**k with his head
Bout to flip the script come out today
Wild Tato, C-To, ball today
Hot cake see a fresh know how to play
Other side had my homie had to lay
Big Chief, real from the concrete streets
Nigga was on the labor and wanted to eat
Shit-a-never get better, love is merry
Tall house, survive and duck the inneries
Nice cars, clothes, p**sy hoe, money and fame
Every motherf**ker in here know my name
I was born then live y’all niggas (believe that b**ch!) banned in
That’s why I stunt so f**kin much

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo a** duckin?
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo a** duckin?
I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

[Mannie Fresh Talking]

This Fresh [echoes]
For you [echoes]

[Man Talking]

Yo this the real Magnolia, worldwide ya heard me?
I’m just chillin up in the studio with Mannie Fresh and the Birdman
Yo we goin out, ya heard me, with this great hit
Yo, I’m chillin with Seed and Stone, Bizzy
I’m thinkin about my boy Towe too
But Big G, R.I.P. man, we love you [echoes]
[beat fades]

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Neck Of The Woods

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Neck Of The Woods
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : -

[Intro]
Uptown…..
Yeah…yeah..nigga
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)

[Lil Wayne]
Shhh
Gangsta to the core
Ankle wrap flamer
Paint your kitchen floor
Wit ur whore
S**t you can’t ignore
Things you indore when u f**kin wit the boy
All i hear is weezy don’t kill me no more
I hear your bulls**t
I play matador
I’m not a category
I aint there wit ya’ll
I got a positive vibe but i ain’t scared of ya’ll
Git the kid nigga did never that at all
That rat a tat go off
A black kak kak kak
I gotta b**ch so fine her name perrion(?)
She no how to stash quarters in a carry on
I blow outta town
Grass when I’m outta town
Uptown in the building not a sound
Cuz killas don’t get heard about
They get whispered about
Or you get murdered out (nigga)

[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

[Birdman]
The first shot
The first nigga got shot
We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah)
A hundred g’s
Nigga score some keys
Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball)
We know them people been paper chasin
So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga
We keep the gats close,in case you wan know
You come to the hood i bet you a target nigga
Its all good till you catch a case
A nigga never escape cuz you edicted to money nigga
Well let me bring you back yesterday
I lil homie i know got full of that barma nigga
F**kin round wit that kid and play
Nigga f**kin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga
Well let me tell you bout this game i know
You keep flippin dough homie you’ll be ridin the flyest nigga

[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

[Lil Wayne]
Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin
All that play buckin
Gon get your face buttoned up
Now when you smirk
You look like jay-z’s shirt
F**kin wit that turf,i’m puffin on that smurf
F**k it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas
Your son got choppas
And if you got enemies (yeah)
Your son got enemies (believe that)
That’s uptown energy nigga!

[Birdman]
Don’t waste no time on no bulls**t
If it ain’t hood s**t
We spend a lil paper nigga
Well if you catch em in the hood nigga
It’s all good shit
Go head do me that favor nigga
Well let me take you down deep in the inside
It’s where they hustle and the homies try to get it right
It’s when you gotta ride
It’s when the homie die
And the money can’t stop the pain in the inside

[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Uptown…[repeat]
[Birdman talks till end]

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Ms. Bird

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Ms. Bird
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Intro: Baby]
Uh huh uh huh
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga f**k
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby
Its my turn nigga, I’m under the burn biotch
If you ain’t getting money, you’s a crazy motherf**ker (got to be a crazy motherf**ker)
I ain’t getting money, I’m probably a crazy motherf**ker (lord help me)
This is a biotch, biotch

[Baby]
Come on nigga
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
The new school bens with them bows to match
But its the Birdman daddy got them O’s of crack
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats
Burberry timbs with the fence to match
And I’m so so fly, and mommy like that
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac
Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap
Them 20″ rims and them tires are flat
There ain’t no question, that stunna is a mack
A nigga thought it was over but b**ch we back
With diamonds in the middle PIMP, diamonds in the back B**CH

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh - repeat 2X]
Every Place that I went to
About a hundred bad broads say they sent you
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird

[Baby]
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks
You see a nigga’s jewels, no name on the watch
Until a nigga die these cops gon watch
But I don’t give a f**k nigga, the s**t don’t stop
All I’m trying to do is stack a knot
Them alligator seats with them brand new drops
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot
So grab a nigga d**k b**ch drop it like its hot
The same old nigga off them up-town blocks
I came around your corner and I s**t your spot
It’s (?) and I serve your block
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch

[Chorus - 2X]

[Mannie Fresh]
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn
I’m tired of having s*x and I want to go home
But I can’t leave yet cause they kissing each other
Plus I’m hot and I’m horny, I’m getting my rubbers
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich
Let me your ass, oh wolves’ b**ch
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain’t your momma a teacher
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher
Now you’s a mixed up screwed down dike type chick
If you ain’t eating p**sy then you s**king good d**k
Now every place that I go to
About a hundred grimey niggas say they know you
And they all got that movie that you made with that man
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin
If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch)

[Chorus - 2X]

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Looks Like A Job 4…

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Looks Like A Job 4…
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherf**ker, holla at your boy nigga
Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
Tryin to get this money
You know real real high, real real high
We tryin to stack it biatch
Bird call motherf**ker!

[Chorus]
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
Somethin’ so fly and somethin’ so slick
24’s, 28’s, got to be better, 18’s never, nigga whatever
It’s the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
I’m a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada s**t
Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
Nigga if it ain’t money it can’t beat me
That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
But I’m so so cool and I’m so so ooh
Get outta line watch me bust my 2
I ran out the house and I ran in the building
Them people was comin, “Hands up!” ya feel me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’m the bird of the nest
The shark of the sea
Hungry dog on the concrete that’s tryin’ to eat
Nobody move me cause I be who I be
The Uptown rider, the home CMB
I get what I want when I want I could have it
Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin’ average
Never got married but I’m lovin’ Ms. Gladius
Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
I’m a boss nigga
Nothin’ less, two boats no cost nigga
Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga
That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
I stand my grounds, be a man homie
No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
“F**k it, pitch in nigga!” and don’t f**k with them chickens man
Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
Live this life like you don’t give a f**k nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
That fly s**t, that Prada and Gucci sheets
Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
And whether thats snow or white mink on me
See I’m hustlin’ leathers and I’m chasin’ cheddars
That’s Eminem’s b**ch, it gets no better
With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
See I’m iced all up with that chrome metal
Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
But it’s the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it with my birdy change
But it’s the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
26’s, 28’s, it’s the Birdman

[Chorus 3X]

[Baby in the background of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah, you understand?
Birdman baby
Oh yeah, you’re becoming my kind of a bird
You understand nigga?
Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you b**ch
I’m comin’ to your hood boy, I’m flyin’ too
18’s is better, never nigga, 24’s, 28’s, I’m singing nigga
You understand this biatch?
Get rid of it little daddy
You understand?
Birdman motherf**ker!
You know, you gots to hate me nigga
Bird call b**ch
Let’s get this money, holla at your boy nigga!
The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!
Yeah, that’s how you lace me nigga!
I’m lovin’ it!
Hey Lil’ Weezy, Papa doin’ his thang nigga!
Later boy, BMJ out!
Let’s get this money baby
CMR nigga!

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z